Chapter 110: Arrival

“Exactly!”
Voices rose in unison, condemning the statement.
Zhao Feng chuckled softly, too indifferent to bother explaining.
“She doesn’t have a congenital heart defect; she’s merely suffering from hypoxia!”
“Nonsense!” one companion of the fainted young lady snapped. “How could it not be a congenital heart defect? The hospital already confirmed it—it is a congenital heart defect!”
Zhao Feng shook his head. “She really doesn’t have a congenital heart defect. She just happens to have an extra heart.”
“Hah!”
Everyone present burst into laughter, disbelief coloring their expressions.
“An extra heart? You must be joking!”
“Heh! I’ve lived all these years, and this is the first time I’ve heard of someone with two hearts!”
“Preposterous!” Wan He’s anger surfaced.
“Do you have medical proof?” Wan He challenged. “No proof? Then don’t spout nonsense here!”
Zhao Feng rolled his eyes. “If you claim she has a congenital heart defect, do you have medical proof for that?”
“I…” Wan He was momentarily speechless.
Zhao Feng sneered coldly, “You’re making conclusions without proof—that’s dangerous.”
Wan He’s face flushed with anger. “Fine! If you’re so capable, then come and take a look!”
“Gladly!”
The surrounding crowd murmured in astonishment.
“Kid, stop pretending!”
“Yeah, yeah!”
“Let Dr. Wan take a look!”
“Exactly!”
“Stop! All of you, stop arguing!” the fainted girl’s companion urged. “Hurry up and see to her, or she might die!”
“That’s right!”
“Dr. Wan, don’t stoop to his level, just examine her!”
“Yes, yes!”
Wan He snorted coldly and turned away from Zhao Feng.
He knelt beside the girl, preparing to perform some basic first aid.
“Sigh!”
Zhao Feng sighed and shook his head.
He approached Li Ting, the fainted girl.
“What are you doing here?” Wan He asked angrily.
Zhao Feng smiled coldly, “You’d better step aside.”
Li Ting’s companion instantly bristled with anger.
“You, young man, are you trying to harm our lady on purpose?”
Zhao Feng paid no heed to her choice of words and didn’t question the use of “lady.”
Tired of words, Zhao Feng shoved Wan He aside, causing him to stumble and fall.
Wan He glared furiously at Zhao Feng. “Kid, you’re way too full of yourself!”
Zhao Feng grinned broadly. “I never put on airs.”
“Pfft!”
The crowd snorted and whispered among themselves.
“You say you’re not showing off?”
“Exactly!”
“You’ve made a spectacle of yourself!”
The surrounding passengers chatted animatedly about Zhao Feng.
Yet Zhao Feng remained unmoved.

Zhao Feng pulled out a simple set of silver needles.
The crowd grew even more astonished.
“He actually pulled out a set of needles?!”
“Oh my god, is he going to do acupuncture?”
“Holy heck, I’ve never heard acupuncture could cure a congenital heart defect!”
“Me neither!”
Wan He’s anger flared anew. “Hey, buddy, can you stop pretending to be a hero?”
Zhao Feng replied calmly, “If you say I’m pretending, then so be it.”
Wan He ground his teeth in frustration.
“Thwang!”
Zhao Feng picked up a silver needle and plunged it directly into Li Ting’s philtrum.
“Ugh…”
Li Ting let out a faint sound and slowly opened her eyes.
Everyone was stunned, blinking in disbelief.
“Is it a coincidence?”
“Wow, just one needle!”
“Oh my god, is this real?”
“It must be a coincidence!”
They still couldn’t believe Zhao Feng had truly healed Li Ting.
Li Ting opened her eyes fully. “What happened to me just now?”
Zhao Feng smiled gently. “Nothing much, just fainted.”
“You saved me?”
Zhao Feng nodded.
“Thank you!”
“You’re welcome.”

At six in the morning, Chicago time, Zhao Feng and his group arrived in the city.
After landing, the four immediately sought out a hotel.
Chicago, a grand city, brimmed with Western elements everywhere.
They checked into a hotel and booked two double rooms.
Hong Chang and Li Dan shared one room, Zhao Feng and Li Ping the other.
After settling in, they rested through the morning.
At two in the afternoon, the four headed toward the auction venue.
By then, all dressed in black tactical jackets.
Large hoods pulled up, black sunglasses and masks worn—fully disguised so they could hardly recognize one another.

Chicago's most chaotic street.
Violence erupted on every corner as the four strode in unison.
Leading the group was Hong Chang, who arrived at the entrance of a bar.
“Thump-thump!”
Even standing outside, the pounding beats of the DJ music inside were audible.
The four entered the bar.
In the dance floor’s midst, dazzling beauties and blonde, blue-eyed foreigners twisted their bodies to the rhythm.
Hong Chang led Zhao Feng and the others through the crowded throng toward the back.
There was a security passageway at the rear, which they followed to its end.
A wall appeared before them.
Hong Chang knocked and tapped on the wall, finally locating a secret mechanism.
She turned the device.
“Creak!”

The wall slowly swung open.
Suddenly, a shadow lunged forward.
“Bang!”
Zhao Feng reacted swiftly, throwing a punch.
“Bang!”
The shadow staggered back several steps.
The figure’s face was dark with suspicion. “Who goes there?”
Hong Chang coolly uttered four words: “Scarlet Empress.”
The figure’s surprise was evident. “So it’s Her Majesty the Empress!”
“Heh heh heh!”
Hong Chang smiled. “We’ve come to attend the auction.”
The figure clasped his fists respectfully. “Please, come in.”
Hong Chang didn’t hesitate, leading Zhao Feng and the others to sit.
Once seated, attendants hurried forward with water.
This was the instruction from the hidden master behind the scenes.
He had the maid serve them water to observe their faces.
Yet Zhao Feng and his group made no unnecessary movements.
They sat silently.
Zhao Feng’s exposed eyes closed, as if dozing off.
The hidden master frowned upon seeing this.
The room was dimly lit, only a few spotlights emitting a faint yellow glow.
Zhao Feng slowly opened his eyes and asked calmly, “When does the auction start?”
The maid bent forward quickly. “At two-thirty in the afternoon!”
“Two-thirty?”
“Yes, sir.”
Zhao Feng waved his hand. “Alright, I understand.”
The maid said no more.
Zhao Feng glanced at his watch—it was only 1:40 PM, an hour until the auction began.
He stood up, preparing to move about.
Suddenly, a man in a suit blocked his way.
“You can’t move around freely.”
The suited man stated firmly.
Zhao Feng frowned. “Why not?”
“No means no; that’s the rule,” the man said.
Hong Chang tugged on Zhao Feng’s sleeve. “Zhao Feng, sit down. Let’s follow their rules.”
Zhao Feng patted her hand. “Alright.”
He sat back down and closed his eyes, feigning sleep.
Time ticked by slowly.
Twenty more minutes passed.
A burly man entered the room.
Dressed in black with a large hood, his features were completely obscured.
Yet Zhao Feng was startled—this was a Level Five Qi Cultivator.
Not because Zhao Feng was afraid, but because this was the highest-level cultivator he had encountered so far.
Of course, excluding the one from the last soul clash.